Take Taobao with you to another world

"Who?" Ackwhite asked casually. As an instinct-oriented warrior, he was quite excited by the group of bereaved men who appeared in front of him, even if he was excommunicated by the church and driven to various remote corners. , the survivors have always maintained their natural superiority in force, this one is especially obvious.And among the survivors escorting the captives, there was a guy who was very eye-catching. Akewhite spotted him at the first sight, and then stared at him more intently.

But even though his eyes were so hot, the other party completely ignored him, and just looked at the negotiation ahead with a cold expression.

"Yinhui Arslan..." Yuritan said hesitantly, "I didn't know he might be a bereaved family."

"The guy with the sword on his waist?"

"When he was in the mercenary group, he used a bow most of the time." Yulitan said, "The aura I felt from yesterday's arrow probably belonged to him. If it wasn't for him, he could hide the identity of the bereaved family." So much so that even I can't detect it...then maybe he's hiding among them for a certain purpose."

"Even you didn't find out if he is a survivor?" Akewhite became a little interested in his words, "Your arcane is not the eye of truth, so it can make mistakes?"

"I'm just not sure, he's not an ordinary person, and I feel totally different from those bereaved people around him." Yuritan frowned slightly, "Besides, after seeing each other for half a year, he has become stronger again."

"The ghost knows how many races there are in Central Continent. That kid probably came from that hidden tribe in the forest?" Akewhite said in a low voice, "It's true to say that he is strong. I really want to fight him."

Ulitan glanced at him, "Go ahead if you want to die."

"How do you know if it's me or him who's stronger if you haven't fought?"

Yuritan raised one hand and pointed to his head, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.Before his companion's anger burned, he said unhurriedly, "In the Battle of Ketel a year ago, he used a single arrow to end 30 mercenaries of the Sizos mercenary regiment, and finally An arrow blinded the right eye of the leader, Serdar the Jackal. It is said that he is the only human being who can compare with the elves in archery in the past 30 years."

"...Fire 30 arrows in a row?"

"Thirty-one arrows," Ulitan said.

"Are you sure he's not a defected elf?" Arkwhite asked.

"Of course not. The defection of the elves is a big deal. Those elves who drink dew in the Shenguang Forest will definitely notify the surrounding countries about this matter. Besides, there has been no such thing in the past ten years. Their natural characteristics can't help it." Cover it up with hair coloring and modifications.”

Akewhite snorted softly, "So what if he is a sharpshooter, how long can a guy who only dares to shoot arrows from a distance live once he is approached?"

Yuritan looked at him with a smile, "His melee combat power is also very strong, on par with yours—and it was half a year ago."

"..." Akewhite looked at him, "Why do you say that he looks more like a monster from the bereaved family?"

"It's not wrong to say that he is a monster." Ulitan glanced in the direction of the black-haired young man, "I was ordered to work in Ketel a year ago, and after seeing his abilities, I also I really want to recruit him, but he still belonged to the Android Mercenary Corps at the time, when I was thinking about how to lure this lovely young man..." He paused slightly, "He quit the Corps. "

Akewhite squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Retire from the mercenary group? Isn't it necessary to—"

"Get rid of the leader."

"..." Akewhite looked at his sissy companion, "Isn't this the only way?"

"Retiring from the Mercenary Corps is similar to the Knights Corps. Either you retire naturally when you are old and frail, or you are too useless and are forcibly expelled by the regiment leader. The test of the design, at least half-life must be removed before you can really break away from the relationship."

"What does this have to do with killing the head?"

"Because the last level of the test is to fight against the strongest person in the regiment under the condition of exhaustion, and you must win." Ulitan narrowed his eyes, recalling the scene he saw at that time, "So he took the android's Gale Mobis off. Very clean, that technique was so brutally beautiful... Unforgettable. From the time Gale Mobis swung his sword at him to the end of the fight, even a piece Not enough time for dessert."

"He is not an archer because he is good at it, but as an archer, he is the safest for other people. Not many people know this." Uritan said softly, "Silver mercenary, at the same time He was also a crosser of the Styx. During the seven years he was a mercenary, he directly died at his hands. There were no fewer than 30 mercenary regiment leaders with the title, not to mention other unknown soldiers. As long as he blocked his way, no matter what Whether the opponent is an enemy or a companion, he is equally ruthless, so I have to give him up."

"People who don't have the concept of companions," Akewhite said, "How can such a guy keep hanging around?"

"That was when he was in the way. During normal missions, as long as he is there, no matter how dangerous the job is, he can guarantee a 90.00% survival rate; as a mere mercenary, he is also very dedicated, and it is not unreasonable to get involved in private fights." It will delay the task assigned by the employer; the requested remuneration is very reasonable; he is also a very handsome man." Yuritan counted everything, and when he said the last one, he smiled ambiguously.

Akewhite, who couldn't bear to hear about another man's good looks, squinted at him, "Why are you laughing, he used to be your concubine?"

"They like girls." Yulitan tilted his head and said, "But if such a man comes to pursue me, I will seriously consider it."

Akewhite, who was disgusted again, turned his face away. While they were muttering, the bereaved family had already confirmed the group of people who had been brought back.Seeing the clansmen who had been tortured so weak within a month, most of the survivors who came to support them had expressions of resentment on their faces, but the black-haired middle-aged man standing in front and the few standing beside him He didn't show his emotions, but let his companions leave with the weak clansman after the counting was over.The condition they agreed with Baron Bosch was to let these survivors out of their sight, and then they would actually return the viscount and mage.

Although they are born with an advantage in strength, they must protect the survivors who hurt the weak. Compared with the outsiders brought by such rare creatures as winged lizards, it is an inevitable need to be vigilant and cautious.

The hobbled survivors didn't walk fast, and Akwhite almost fell asleep waiting until the last of the survivors disappeared behind the opposite high hill.

The ropes on the viscount and mage were finally untied by the survivors who guarded them.The two who were freed from the shackles did not return here immediately. The viscount moved his hands and feet that were bound numb, and the mage turned around and looked at the black-haired youth who was standing beside him.

"That person..." Archmage Jacques said in a hoarse voice, "You can return the things that person gave you!"

Although the mage who was tortured by this period of time was exhausted physically and mentally, although he still refused to give up his arrogance, his eyes had lost the confidence he had at the beginning. He anxiously watched the other party's slow movements until the familiar silver chain appeared in his sight Among them, the crystal block placed safely on the velvet base no longer had the phantom of the soul that had caused great fright to the mage. In its flawless interior, another mark had already occupied its original position.

Just like the white cross that originally existed in it, it was the mage who exchanged his faith for his complete self.

Almost like snatching this crystal that didn't know what else could be contained in it, the mage's sickly pale face finally recovered blood.He glanced at the blond-haired nobleman, and the other party also got a parting souvenir, but that or those things were packed in a leather bag, so he couldn't get a glimpse of the real thing.Although I have some concerns about the deal reached between the blond nobleman and the favored man when I was unconscious, this is not the place to ask after all.

"Anyway, this is what I owe you," the mage whispered to the viscount.

The viscount took over the female arcanist who was still in a state of suspended animation, carried her on his back, gave the mage a look, and walked towards the direction of his companion.

"Your Excellency the Baron, it is really embarrassing to need you to support me who made a shameful mistake." The Viscount looked at the huge winged lizards behind them, and sighed, "Even the reserve dragon riders have been dispatched."

"Please don't pay attention to this matter. No matter how good a war horse is, it will stumble sometimes. What's more, what you are doing is a very risky thing. Your Highness is very concerned about your safety, because the preparation dragon ride has a slight advantage in speed. Order me to bring them to meet you." Baron Bosch beckoned for an attendant and asked him to take the Arcanist from the Viscount's back, "Excuse me for being rude, this must have been obtained at only 35 years old. Your Excellency Jacques, who is qualified as an archmage? You and the Viscount have also suffered during this time."

"Don't call me by that title." Jacques said bluntly, and after a pause, he added with a gloomy expression, "I'm a complete loser, and I don't deserve such a title."

"I'm very sorry for making you uncomfortable." The gray-eyed baron said kindly, "I think both of you are very tired, why don't you take a rest on the winged lizard first? Although the winged lizard moves slowly on the ground, but at this time I can temporarily act as a beast rider. We will leave this land soon, so please don’t worry about it.”

"Thank you very much for your understanding, Baron." The Viscount smiled, turned his head and said to the mage who was not in good spirits, "Master, I wonder if you still want to walk with me?"

"Every time I listen to them, my teeth are going to be sour. Fuck the nobles." Ackwhite muttered, but seeing his long-lost companion finally return, he went up to express his welcome in his own way. , "It's a shame you're still alive, Greer."

The blond nobleman took his powerful fist with a wry smile, "Thank you so much for your blessing."

"I miss you too, Greer." Uritan smiled, but he was different from half-orcs like Akwhite, he didn't like physical contact with the same sex at all, he just moved a little closer and asked in a low voice He said, "After being imprisoned by the bereaved for so many days, how did you shave your beard so cleanly? Tell me, okay?"

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